A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

At dusk, at the third canteen of Peking University.

The stir-fry area on the second floor was filled with an enticing aroma.

Compared to the bustling crowds and large-scale cooking on the first floor, the environment here is slightly better, the dishes are more refined, the prices are slightly higher, and the waiting time for ordering is also slightly longer.

But many students still like to come here, especially during mealtimes when it gets very lively.

Jiang Chu sat in a booth by the window, with three dishes and a soup laid out in front of her.

A plate of boiled beef, glistening with red oil, topped with Sichuan peppercorns and dried chilies; a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes, crisp and appetizing; and a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables as a garnish.

In addition, there was a bowl of West Lake beef soup sprinkled with scallions.

The portions weren't excessive, but they were still quite plentiful.

Jiang Chu, however, was extremely hungry.

She only ate one meal in the morning, and after class she practiced dancing for most of the day, constantly hungry, which resulted in burning a huge amount of calories.

Although my phone account balance is pitiful, I still have over a thousand yuan in my meal card, so eating out shouldn't be a problem.

The spiciness of the boiled beef made her nose bead with sweat, and her lips became even redder and fuller from the spiciness. She would occasionally take a sip of beef soup to neutralize the heat.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the glass window onto her, casting a soft, warm gold hue on the girl's lowered profile and slender neck. Her long, thick eyelashes cast faint shadows under her eyelids.

Even when she was just sitting quietly eating, her focused and enjoyable expression attracted the attention of students at nearby tables who couldn't help but steal glances.

"Hey, isn't this the beautiful Jiang? Eating so much all by yourself?"

A slightly slick voice rang out from the table.

Jiang Chu raised her head.

A slightly chubby, short guy wearing a trendy brand T-shirt stood in the aisle looking this way with a malicious smile on his face.

She recognized the man.

He is Wei Jing's friend, named Zhao Cheng, whose family is in the building materials business.

Judging from their appearance, they probably heard about what happened this morning and came here specifically to cause trouble.

Jiang Chu ignored him.

Seeing that she ignored him, Zhao Cheng became even more emboldened, raising his voice so that everyone around could hear: "Tsk tsk, look at these three big plates, and they're still eating so much meat!"

He pursed his lips. "Jiang Chu, I'm not trying to be mean, but you seem to have gained a lot of weight lately. Are you about to exceed 100 pounds? Look at your photos from when you first entered university, you were so slim and slender. Now look at your face, your arms... tsk tsk, dancers all need to be careful about their appearance, right? Otherwise, you might not be able to dance anymore, hahahahaha."

With his limited knowledge and meager vocabulary of offensive terms, saying that a pretty girl has "gained weight" or "eats a lot" is undoubtedly like stabbing her in the back.

He waited to see Jiang Chu's expression change to anger, or her offer a flustered explanation.

Jiang Chu slowly swallowed the food in her mouth, picked up a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth, and then looked up at Zhao Cheng.

Her gaze was devoid of emotion; she simply swept her eyes over him, taking in his oily, slightly puffy face, which was glistening from the greasy food he had eaten.

And her belly, subtly curved by her T-shirt, and her legs, which weren't particularly long.

"Zhao Cheng," she said, "go to the school hospital to register and get a blood test and ultrasound."

Zhao Cheng's smile froze instantly. "You! What did you say?! What did I do?!"

Jiang Chu smiled and asked, "How many centimeters taller are you than me, and how many kilograms heavier?"

Zhao Cheng blushed, too embarrassed to answer the question. "This is a standard figure! Men are different from women!"

"Why is it different for men?" Jiang Chu tilted her head. "Whether you're male or female, a BMI over 24 is considered overweight."

Zhao Cheng's expression grew increasingly grim. "That thing is completely inaccurate!"

Jiang Chu nodded. "Indeed, that's a different story for tall people and fitness enthusiasts, but are you one? Show us your abs?"

Laughter erupted all around.

Zhao Cheng's lips trembled; he wanted to refute her, but he didn't know what to say.

The students at several nearby tables, who had initially just been watching the commotion, couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their gazes towards Zhao Cheng now filled with disdain and amusement.

"Exactly, where is that senior girl fat?"

The two freshmen looked very unhappy.

"If people keep saying we're fat, how are we supposed to live?!"

Another couple also looked resentful.

"You don't even know your own limitations, yet you have the nerve to criticize others..."

"Saying others eat a lot in the cafeteria is really shameless. Doesn't it make it impossible for people to eat in peace?"

Whispers could be heard clearly.

The redness on Zhao Cheng's face spread from his cheeks to his neck. He was both angry and ashamed. He glared at Jiang Chu fiercely, but in the end, he couldn't bear to stay any longer and left in a hurry.

Jiang Chu lowered her eyes and continued eating her meal.

"...Jiang Chu."

Wei Jing walked over from behind.

He clearly heard the previous conversation, or at least part of it.

"Do you have to be so harsh with your words?"

He frowned slightly, his face bearing an expression of disapproval, as if he were disciplining a disobedient child.

Wei Jing was actually in a pretty good mood at the moment.

Although the competition still bothered him, Xie Qingyang offered to help, giving him new hope and the opportunity to access a higher platform.

"Zhao Cheng is just outspoken and doesn't know how to speak properly. You don't need to humiliate him."

"?"

Jiang Chu put down her chopsticks, looked up at Wei Jing, and said, "I suggested he get a physical exam to avoid high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and fatty liver. How did that become humiliating him? Can you please stop using your paternalistic tone to spread rumors and offend people?"

"you!"

Wei Jing was taken aback by her blunt retort, and his face darkened.

Two freshmen at the next table stared wide-eyed. One of them, naturally outgoing, asked curiously, "Senior, is this your boyfriend?"

Jiang Chu twitched the corner of her mouth: "Ex-boyfriend."

"Oh," the junior schoolgirl drawled, nodding as if suddenly realizing something, "No wonder he's your ex. He accused you without even asking what happened. You were with that fat guy, weren't you?"

"Seriously, they preach without even distinguishing right from wrong, they're really shameless."

The surrounding chatter grew louder.

Moreover, this time, the firepower was clearly focused on Wei Jing.

After all, Zhao Cheng had already run away, and Wei Jing's sudden attempt to uphold justice was quite distasteful to everyone.

Wei Jing's expression turned cold as he looked at Jiang Chu.

The latter then lowered his head and began eating again.

Not only did they not make any demands or show any intention of reconciliation, they seem to have gone even further!

"Jiang Chu, don't go too far."

Wei Jing said coldly, "If this continues, don't expect me to buy you anything else."

He thought those words would finally hurt her.

After all, Jiang Chu used to care most about the gifts he gave her; those designer bags, cosmetics, and jewelry were her capital to show off and maintain her vanity.

However, Jiang Chu just looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Wei Jing, we've broken up. From now on, we'll just be classmates at most. I'm not shameless enough to ask a classmate to buy me things."

Wei Jing was speechless.

She still dares to be stubborn!

Every time she threatened to break up before, she ended up crying and begging him to stay. Once, she even stood in the rain in the middle of the night to soften his heart!

"Hey, Jiang Chu, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for!"

Another guy dressed in designer casual wear squeezed out of the crowd.

He was also Wei Jing's friend, and he spoke up quickly, his voice loud and filled with righteous indignation for his brother's injustice.

"Don't you know how much money Wei Jing spent on you before? If you're so capable, pay it all back!"

Wei Jing's face darkened.

He really didn't want Jiang Chu to pay him back, at least he didn't intend to say it here!

After all, there are so many people here. Asking your girlfriend to pay you back in public would make you seem poor!

Besides, he has helped his family earn a lot of money in the past few years, and what he gave Jiang Chu was just a small fraction of it.

"Wait a moment!"

The freshman at the next table raised her hand, looked at Wei Jing with a probing gaze, and asked, "How much did you spend on this senior?"

Wei Jing did not answer.

My friend next to me crossed his arms and said, "All sorts of designer bags, cosmetics, clothes, jewelry... it must cost at least several hundred thousand!"

The cafeteria area instantly erupted in chaos!

Even though most students here come from well-off families, very few can afford to give that much money to a girlfriend!

"Really?"

"She is indeed beautiful..."

"Damn, look at that face! If I had that much money, I'd be happy to do it too..."

A barrage of shocked, inquisitive, disdainful, and envious gazes were all directed at Jiang Chu.

Wei Jing's face turned even uglier, feeling utterly humiliated.

I really don't need this money!

If Xie Qingyang knew he was chasing after a debt of several hundred thousand yuan, what would he think of him?!

"...Uh," the freshman girl blinked, "Really?"

She gave a sarcastic look. "I don't think so. Any one of your belongings would cost more than that."

Wei Jing was stunned. "What?"

At the same time, at the table diagonally opposite, a boy wearing glasses also put down his chopsticks.

"Indeed, I don't know about the others. But just look at the earrings this senior was wearing today—"

The boy pointed to Jiang Chu's ear.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a unique piece from Graff's charity auction two years ago. Although the main diamond isn't large, its clarity and cut are top-notch, so it's worth at least seven figures in US dollars."

He paused, and in the deathly silence of the room, slowly added:

"The hundreds of thousands you're talking about, is that money from our country? Is it enough to buy even one of those tiny diamonds on this?"